文档介绍：Aces High
Book 2 of Wildcards
Edited by e . Martin
Spectra
ISBN: 0-553-26464-8
1979
PENNIES FROM HELL
By Lewis Shiner
There were maybe a dozen of them. Fortunato couldn't be sure exactly because they kept moving,
trying to circle behind him. Two or three had knives, the rest had sawed-off pool cues, car antennas,
anything that would hurt. They were hard to tell apart. Jeans, black leather jackets, long, slicked-back
hair. At least three of them matched the vague description Chrysalis had given him.
"I'm looking for somebody called Gizmo," Fortunato said. They wanted to herd him away from the
bridge, but they didn't want to physically push him yet. To his left the brick path led uphill into the
Cloisters. The entire park was empty, had been empty for two weeks now, since the gangs had moved
in.
"Hey, Gizmo," one of them said. "What do you say to the man?"
That one, with the thin lips and bloodshot eyes. Fortunato locked eyes with the kid nearest to him.
"Take off," Fortunato said. The kid backed away, uncertain. Fortunato looked at the next one. "You too.
Get out of here." This one was weaker; he turned and ran.
That was all he had time for. A pool cue came slicing for his head. Fortunato slowed time and took
the cue, used it to knock away the nearest knife. He breathed in and things sped up again.
Now they were all getting nervous. "Go," he said, and three more ran, including the one called
Gizmo. He sprinted downhill, toward the 193rd Street entrance. Fortunato threw the pool cue at another
switchblade and ran after him.
They were running downhill. Fortunato felt himself getting tired, and let out a burst of energy that
lifted him off the path and sent him sailing through the air. The kid fell under him and rolled, headfirst.
Something crunched in the kid's spine and both his legs jerked at once. Then he was dead.
"Christ," Fortunato breathed, brushing dead October leaves from his clothes. The cops had doub